Adrian fell silent.

Bucky then smelled something familiar when he passed by Caroline. He looked at her in confusion. “That smell on you, where did it come from?”

“It’s from the blanket in my room,” Caroline replied innocently, “I think it smells pretty good. You’ve no taste.”

Bucky glanced at Adrian, wanting to tell Adrian about his guess. He then stopped since Caroline was standing there and winked at Adrian.

Of course, Adrian understood what Bucky was trying to convey. He said to her, “Can we check out your room?”

Caroline smiled happily. “Follow me. The smell seems to be from a grass of some sort, and the scent makes me feel good.”

Adrian and Bucky said nothing.

Caroline, talkative as she was, could not stop talking along the way. “I’m Dieter Morg’s daughter. Dr. Claude is so rude to have chucked me in such a simple room. My back hurts from sleeping on the thin mattress. I was smart though. I found a pile of dry grass in the other room and decided to stuff them under the beds